You think the rest of the world doesn’t follow the news when a lunatic is in the run with an actual chance of getting elected?
Turns out we have journalists, in France!

Hello fellow human being! How do you do?

Well yes, they’re clearly a robot. You think only humans read this?

I’ll be honest, it’s been years since I’ve enjoyed a friture so I’m not positive the ones I had were specifically goujons or what. But the texture is divine, like nice chips and pretty much the same size, with a nice butter / lemon sauce. Dammit now I miss it!

That’s good to hear!

Ireland is the only place where pubs are actual genuine places to meet and chat with strangers. And even then it can be difficult. Came back to France after 13 years and I was just flabbergasted at the difference. Everyone is out with their little group and no one seems to talk with anyone outside that little sphere. Only spot where it’s socially acceptable to engage strangers is the counter itself and that’s about it; and if you do it feels like you’re a freak, honestly. I tried a few times to just meet people that way, and gave up.

Only way that worked for me was joining a hobby or sport or some other group like that. Volleyball got me a job within like two weeks of joining! Couchsurfing got me great friends, girlfriends and eventually my wife.

I still have no idea where they got that “goujon” shit from. I only learnt the word in my twenties when I lived in Ireland.
In French, it’s the name of a tiny fish which you can eat (by the dozen) fried and it’s fantastic.

The chicken one, we just call aiguillette (“needlet”)

It’s a service problem, though. Not a money problem. This is a perfect example of that very fact.

The trick is to wear one layer that’s gonna absorb the sweat and another layer for looking good. Bamboo fibre wifebeater with colourful short sleeve shirts got me through 45+ °C 90% h. no bother.

I’m writing this because I started with just the shirt, and two layers seems counter intuitive, but it’s actually a lot more comfortable and better looking (fewer sweat stains)

Funniest to me in this kind of debate is having my N+1 manage us from across the country, having two team members in another town, and somehow, my ass being at home 15km from the office makes any difference at all to the daily life of the team? It doesn’t. My actual manager, the dude giving us our marching orders, doesn’t care. Shit, our N+1 doesn’t care either, since he’s almost always remote himself!

Only people I’ve seen actually care seem to be HR, for whatever reason.

I don’t even get how any company with several sites has anything to stand on. Makes no fucking sense.

But that’s something I don’t actually understand, since real estate would fall under the sunk cost fallacy. Ie, if you’ve invested in real estate, the cost is spent already, right? Whether someone comes in that building is irrelevant. The costs spent to maintain, heat, clean, power the buildings, on the other hand… It’s just not really obvious to me. Seems like fewer people would cost cheaper, no?

They don’t remember. On account of their brain injury.

If all you bring to the job is looking shit up and telling me yes or no instead of actually trying to help me find solutions, or explaining me what I did wrong, you’re just a glorified robot. You’re in line for replacement and you’ll fucking deserve it. At least that’s what I wanna say to “the computer said” people.

I was really hoping OP wanted to drop the polar bears on a tropical island. For science.

No hate! I’ve just always found it curious :)

Never thought about it this way, since I’ve never used dating apps. That makes sense, though. Thanks for the insight.

And I agree about unconscious choices; that’s why I mentioned small girls with huge guys. The stereotype is so common, yet rarely, when I asked, were the girls even aware of it. My money has always been on daddy issues for this particular one.

I’ve literally never heard of a woman talking about “I don’t date men under X height” in my entire life. Then again I’d never even talk with a woman like that in the first place.

I’ve certainly noticed the trend of smaller girls always gravitating towards taller men, but nothing so silly as “I don’t date small men”. As a small guy myself, I actually dated a few tall girls without issue, and happily married to a lady two inches taller than me.

As I always say : my height isn’t the dimension you’re gonna care about, once we are lying down.

Capitalism ho!

Not saying it that way. I’m saying if you need / prefer to focus on self, well, being in a couple may already be hard, and being a parent is gonna be an exercise in frustration. It’s okay to not want to devote your life to others.

It’s a commitment. If you are not willing to have your life completely changed then yeah, you better not do it. It’s not a path for selfish people. There is not a lot of “me time”, as a parent.